Chapter 42

• Completely spent, Teegan lay there staring at the reflections playing on the ceiling from the lights outside. Reaching beside her, she brushed her shoe off the bed and onto the floor.
• Leland reached over and pulled her into his arms, draping a leg over her hip. “Wes hasn’t called or shown up, so I think our magic was contained.” He said in a lazy voice.
• Closing her eyes, she let out a soft breath. “I spoke to Celia, well I thought it and she answered.”